Late to the party

I have to admit I was cracking myself up as I wrote that one LOL

Dating I was reading Small Gods, by Terry Pratchett. I’d managed to somehow miss some of his books, so I wanted to make sure I read them. I saw movement to my right, and, because I’d seen him out of the window to my left, I was unsurprised when my new friend, Nicolo, sat down in the chair opposite. We’d met when he startled the hell out of me about three months ago, in this very café, and I’d drawn on him. He'd been very understanding, and we formed a fast friendship. I’ve had to quell the

Chapter 20, Bryce's fifteenth birthday. I made a small edit to clarify.

I sat on his bed, his light snuffling in his sleep the only sound in the room. Alex describes me as gregarious and boisterous, and after looking them up in a dictionary, I would have to agree. It was surprising, then, that I managed consistently to creep into the room without waking him. I did this sporadically, maybe three or four times a month, to watch him sleep a bit and wake. It made my heart flutter, that we’d managed to take a boy abused and hurt, and help raise him into one of the most c

We didn’t buy Aurelio a lot of clothes and gifts before bringing him back to the US, though we did provide him with enough to be getting on with. It wasn’t us being niggardly, just fashion was different in Italy, and Europe in general, than the US in some ways. Swimsuits are a good example. Board shorts are now more common in Europe, but in the US speedos are still exceptionally rare outside sports. It was one of the larger differences spanning the ocean. Electronics are different as well. The w

I made an edit to clarify, it's Aurelio who's to be the triathlete. Mio marito drives a blue Silverado 1500, but is still somehow invisible to people, which is why we both have front and back dashcams.

There were a LOT of details given for this vehicle; much more than I could ever expect for a used SUV from 1996. The gentleman that owned it bought it way upgraded, because he lived in Louisiana at the time, and wanted to be able to take a camper up into the Appalachian mountains. He only drove it once a year, and only for the three years, before the desire faded. After that, he ran it to get an oil change every year regular. This explained the under 10,000 miles on it. He had chosen the huge 7.

Gethyn gives his boyfriend a gift on their anniversary.

The bed was plain. Just a standard black bedframe, with a dark grey sheet set, with a grey striped pillowcase and comforter. A quick glance around our bedroom would show a simple black and grey decorating scheme. In fact, our whole apartment was plainly furnished. Not every room was black and grey, but it wasn’t pastels, I’ll tell you that much. I pretty much grew up around simple, spartan, furnishings. My parents have always been utilitarian and it most definitely imprinted on me. I never felt

Control. We have been married for years, lived together for years, dated for years. Adopted a child, and a second one. Yet, through everything, he managed to maintain control over his emotions. He kept me in check too. Not to stop me from expressing how I was feeling, but making sure my reactions didn’t cause further problems. Several times I wanted to rage and scream and curse. He always managed to keep me calm enough with just a glance, a sign, a touch. I know that his ironclad control ca

Nicolo called him “Piccolo Oro,” meaning “Little Gold One.” I called him ‘A-gold.’ Bryce occasionally called him “Picobro,” a wierd portmanteau of ‘piccolo’ and ‘bro.’ His name, before the adoption, was Aurelio Mario Pieta. He had latched onto Bryce the first time we took him to Firenze for Christmas, and the next year as soon as we walked through the door he scampered up to Bryce and chattered at him nonstop. Bryce kept up like a champ. Afterward Nicolo asked him about his “

I woke up, flat on my back, no Nicolo surrounding me. There was a wetness and a roughness against my left nipple though, followed by a stinging pleasurepain. My eyes jerked open as I involuntarily breathed a moan, and I looked down to see Nicolo licking at the nip he clearly just bit. I blinked at him and shivered as he looked up at me, and smiled. “Sei sveglio,” he smirked, and went back to licking my nip. I noticed that I was nude, he’d pulled off my shorts already, and he was as well. On all

I've given hints! There are some wealthy people who do that around here too, but our twenty-five year old snowblower we got used. Runs like a champ with maintenance. As do our other small engines.

Not sure, but hoping nonetheless, I pulled the bail handle back, and reached forward, gripping the handle on the pull starter. I looked over to the boy, who, smiling wide, bright white teeth showing, neon green hair shining in the sun, nodded knowingly, and gave a sharp tug. The engine on the mower roared to life, and he raised a fist in the air. “SÌ!” He shouted. I smiled and nodded back, clamping the bail handle, so I didn’t need to hold it to let it run. “Adesso lasciamo che il moto

The crack was extremely loud, but not painful, in the otherwise silent near-wilderness. There was a few seconds pause, then another crack rang out. The volume is why all three of us were wearing hearing protection. I insisted Bryce double up, wearing foam plugs as well as the muffs, because I know that hearing cannot be regained – hearing aids notwithstanding, of course – once lost. A third, fourth, and fifth crack rang out, before Bryce opened the bolt on my Enfield, left it open, and set